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geledt. Poetry.
Iu speaking of another's fuults,
Pray don't forget your own,
Remember those with homes of glass,
Should never throw a stone.
We have no right to judge a man
Until he's fulrly tried j
Should we not like his company,
We know this world is wide.
Some may have faults, and who has not,
The old as well as young,
Perhaps we may, for aught we know,
Have fifty to their one.
I'll tell you of a bottor plan,
That I tfud works full well,
To try my own defect to cure
Ere others faults to tell.
Then let us all whon we begin
To slander friend or foe,
Think of the harm ono word may do
To those we little know.
Remember, sometimes curses, like
Our chickens, roost at home.
Don't speak of others faults until
XV e have none of our own.
The Minister's Mistake.
MR. CARYL WAS only four-and-twenty,
ami had been la the West
brook parish for three months. Not
long, but long enough to discern, by the
testimony of his own experience, that
there were thorns, as well as roses,
in a country pastor's life.
It had seemed so beautiful and ideal,
when he looked at It, through the
medium of his fancy, standing on the
threshold of the Theological Seminary.
It was beautiful still ; but the Ideality
had all gone out of it.
Ills mother met him on the door-step
of the parsonage a brisk, spectacled
little dame, in a turned black silk, with
frills of neatly-darned lace, and violet
ribbons in her cap.
" Well, Charles," she said, cheerily,
"here's a whole slateful of calls for
Mr. Caryl's countenance rather fell.
He had been anticipating an evening by
the wood-fire, with the latent number of
Blackwood's Magazine.
" Calls V" he repeated. "What are
they ? and where are they ?"
He went into the little parlor as he
spoke the parlor where the coveted
wood-fire was leaping and flashing on
the bright andirons, and a shaded lamp
was already burning on the table among
his piled-up books and papers and took
up the slate.
" The widow Corsett," he read, adding
sotlo voice : " That woman again 1 She
has died once a week, regularly, ever
since I have been in Westbrook.
" Charles 1" mildly reproved his moth
er. " It's a fact," asserted the young cler
gyman. " I don't think people ought
to confound hypochondria and religion
in this blindfold sort of way. She'd a
deal better send for the doctor and leave
off scolding that wretched adopted
daughter of hers. I won't go that's
settled. What next ? ' Meet Dercou
Daley and old Captain Hartwick at the
Fowlersvllle Four Corners at half-past
nine to-morrow ?' Now I wonder why
people can't agree about their own
boundary lines without culling In the
clergyman of the parish as umpire
between them-". ' . . .
" Dissension is such a dreadful thing
among your flock, Charles," said bis
" So is scarlet fever, or smallpox,"
said Mr. Caryl, rather curtly ; " but all
the same I don't see how I can be held
responsible for either the one or the
other. 1 Lend the manuscript of your
last sermon to old Miss Dadd to rend.'
But I hadn't any manuscript to read
only half a dozen memoranda. I
preached entirely ex tempore, last Bun
day." "Couldn't you Just write it off irom
memory ?" said Mrs. Caryl, plteously.
" The poor old lady seems so anxious.
She said the sermon Impressed her so
"lteally, mother, I think that's a
little unreasonable," said the pastor.
" Suppose every old lady in the parish
were to require me to write out a twelve
page sermon for her especial benefit I
'Give Miss Hitts a list of hymns for
next Sunday.' Yes, I'll do that as
well now as any time. 'Speak to Mrs.
Prune's Sarah V Who! Mrs. Prune's
Sarah ? And what am I to speak to
her about, I'd like to know ?" demanded
this young clergyman, iu a sort of mild
" Don't you know V" explained Mrs.
Caryl. "It's Mrs. Prune that lives
down by the steam sawmill, In the big
white house, with the poplar trees .In
front of it. And it's her step-daughter,
that's come home from the third situa
tion, all on account of the ribbons in
her hat, and her pride in her own pretty
" And I am to speak to her, ehV"
said the young pastor.
" Yes, you are to speak to her," said
his mother.
"I shall do nothing of the sort," de
clared Mr. Caryl, with some emphasis.
"But you must, Charles I" pleaded
the old lady. " It's in the line of your
regular duty." .
Mr. Caryl hesitated, and wrinkled btB
brow In sore perplexity. '
" Do you think so ?" said he.
"I'm sure of HI" declared the old
Conscientiousness was one of the
strong points of Mr. Caryl's character.
He took up his hat.
" If it's got to be done," Bald he, des
perately, " the sooner the better 1"
" But you'll stop for your tea first,
Charles V" urged Mrs. Caryl. "Hot
corn-bread and strawberry jam."
"I'll stop for nothing ?" said Mr.
Caryl. "Don't fret, little mother; "It
won't take me long to speak to Sarah."
And he disappeared with a laugh.
As it happened, he never before had
been called upon to practice this particu
lar branch of his profession, pleading
with the rebellious lambs of his flock
who thought more of their bright eyes
than they did of their hymn books ; and
he turned the matter over in his mind
as he walked along the frosty woodland
path, where the young moon cast a
fitful, evanescent light, and the dead
leaves sent up a faint odor beneath his
" Speak to Sarah," he muttered to
himself, not without a certain percep
tion of the ridiculous side of the matter.
"And what am I to say to her, I won
der 1"'
He knocked softly at the big front
door of the Prune mansion. A shuf
fling, untidy girl of fourteen or fifteen
opened it, hiding. behind a Bhawl and a
fringe of curl-papers.
" Is Mrs. Prune at home V" said he.
" No, she ain't," retorted the girl.
Mr. Caryl paused. He scarcely knew
what question to ask next
" Is Sarah at home V" he demanded,
after a little.
" Miss Sarah ?" ' -
" Well I suppose It can hardly be
'Mr.' Sarah" said the young clergyman,
half-smlllngly. "Yes, Miss Sarah of
"Me's at home," said the girl, un
graciously, opening the door a little
wider. " Came this arternoon. ' Settin'
in the parlor. Walk in, please."
And without further ceremony, Mr.
Caryl found himself ushered Into a
semi-dark apartment, where a tall,
slender young beauty of eighteen sum
mers or so, sat before the fire, in a plain
black dress, with the simplest of cutis
and collars, and a single pale blue rib
bon fastened Into the thick, dark braids
of her hair a person go entirely different
from what he had expected to see that
be stopped short In some perplexity. ; - '
" Is this ahem l Sarah?" he asked.
" I am Sarah Fielding," she respond
ed. " I have called -7 to speak to you,"
said he, with a desperate rallying of his
verbal forces. "Perhaps, Sarah you
may not know who I am ?"
"No, I don't," snltl the girl, In some
"I am Mr. Caryl, the pastor of the
" I am happy to make your acquaint-
anoe," said the girl, putting out one
slim hand, In the euslest possible man-
The pastor hesitated. This was not
what he had looked for at all.
" Of courso of course," said he. "But
how does it happen, Sarah, that you are
at home again so Boon "
" Do you mean at vvostbrook r"
" Where else should I mean V" retort
ed Mr. Caryl, crustily for he felt that If
he once abandoned his tone of authority
he was lost. " Why didn't you stay
where you were V"
Sarah colored up to the roots of the
hair. He could precelve that, even. In
the uncertain rise and full of the fire
light. "I did not like the position," suld she
in a low voice.
" But you vufM to like It," said Mr.
" Yon are not aware of all the circum
stances," pleaded Sarah.
" I am quite aware," said Mr, Caryl
severely, " that vanity Is the root of all
your evils 1"
" Vanity V"
The.orlmson wus deeper than ever
now, on brow and temple, as she half
"Yes vanity I" Impressively reiterated
the clergyman. " Be silent If you please,
young woman, and hear me out. You
have a certain amount of personal at
tractions, which appear to have turned
your head. Remember that beauty is
but skin deep. Call to mind frequently
the ancient adage, that 'Handsome is
that handsome does.' After all, you are'
neither Mary Queen of Scots nor Cleo
patra. Now, take my advice, Surah"
" But I have not asked for it," she
cried out, in choked accents.
" No matter whether you have or have
not," said Mr. Caryl, calmly. "It Is
my mission to volunteer good counsel,
and yours to receive It. I repeat, Sarah,
tak,e my advice ; and go back to your
last place. Apologize humbly for your
shortcomings; tell the woman of -the
house that you will strive to amend
your conduct for the future, and endeav
or to deserve her approvul. Put away
your silly ribbon bows and brooches"
with a stern glance at a poor little agate
breast-pin that glistened at the girl's
throat "and leave the vain accessories
of dress to your betters, always remem
bering that the ornament of a meek and
quiet snlrlt "
But just at this point the young cler
gyman's oration was abruptly checked
by the entrance of Mrs. Prune herself,
shawled, and bonneted, and breathing
fast, from the haste she had made. la
one hand she held a prodigious brown
cotton umbrella; ' with the other she
dragged forward the untidy damsel of
the shawl and curl-papers.
" Here she is Mr. Caryl here she Is I"
bawled Mrs. Prune, who did not possess
that most excellent thing In womuu, " a
lew and gentle voice." " A lazy, good-for-nothing,
stuck-up, vain minx, as
needn't suppose as I'm going to do for
her no longer I You needn't hang back,
SoVah ; it ain't no good 1 Here she Is,
Mr. Caryl hexe's Sarah 1 "
The young pastor stared In amaze,
" Is that Sarah ?" said he.
" That's Sarah," panted Mrs. Prune.
"And who's this?" he demanded,
turning to the slim, dark-eyed girl, with
blue ribbon and the agate brooch.
" That's my niece, Sallle Fielding, as
has been governess to a family up in
Maine, for three years," said Mrs.
Prune. "And she's down here on a
visit now came this very afternoon:
Hain't you been Introduced yet ? Mr.
Caryl, my niece Sallle! Sallle, this
But before she could finish the words
of her formalin troductlon, the clergy
man bad made a nervous grasp at bis
" I I have been the victim of a mis
understanding," stammered he. " This
young person told me that the was
" So she Is," said Mrs. Prune. " But
she ain't the Sarah as is to be spoken
" I beg a thousand pardons," said Mr.
Caryl, feeling the cold sweat drip from
every pore.
Miss Fielding burst out laughing.
"They are cheerfully granted," suld
sho. " No, don't go away, Mr. Caryl,"
holding out her hand as ho was turning
to depart. " I have learned that you
possess at least the virtue of frankuess.
Shall we not be friends t"
And Mr. Caryl looked Into the dark
blue eyes, and said :
He forgot all about the hot corn-bread
and strawberry-jum at home, and stayed
to tea at Mrs. Prune s, while the right
Harah escaped the intended lecture, and
the wrong Sarah presided, in a most
graceful and winning manner, behind
the cups and saucers;, and old Mrs.
Caryl laughed heartily when her son
explained the curious rccontrc to her,
later In the evening.
" But why did she leave her situation
the wrong Harah, I mean ?" suld she.
" Because the young heir of the house
made love to her," said Mr. Caryl; "and
I don't wonder at It. She's the prettiest
little creature liver saw in my life."
"Perhaps, then," said Mrs. Caryl,
doubtfully, " your advice wasn't so very
much amiss, after all. '
"Certainly It was," suld Mr. Caryl,
with spirit.
The old lady looked sharply at him.
" Charles," said she, " I do believe
you're struck with her,"
" Nonsense !" auld Mr. Caryl, turning
But, just three months later, when the
moon was at the full, and sleighing
parties cn rcyfo, Mr. Caryl brought Miss
Fielding home from singing-school, In
his new cutter, and told her a secret on
the way that he loved her.
And so the wrong Sarah was the right
Sarah, after all.
A GENTLEMAN who is now a Judge
of the Supreme Court, In one of
the western States, not long since related
to a friend the following story which
shows how hard It is for a murderer to
destroy some trace of crime:
" Some few years ago.when I held the
office of District Attorney in the Interior
of the State of New York, a man came
to my office one day, and stated that he.
and bis brother were engaged in the
business of hawking or peddling jewel
ry, and that they had always been accus
tomed to meet at certain points on their
route, to compare notes and exchange
goods. For the first time since they
had begun to 'travel, his brother had
fulled to keep his appointment ; and, as
he could find no trace of him In their
customary round, he had reason to fear
that he was murdered.
. "After gathering all the information
from him I could, I collected a large
posse of citizens and proceeded .to make
a thorough search of the whole region
" In the course of two or three days
we came to a retired spot, far from any
human habitation, where the appear
ances were such as to indicate that the
ground had been recently disturbed;
ana, on uigging uown a lew reel, we
found the body of the missing peddler.
Raising it to the surface, I observed one
or more small black bugs crawling
about, which I knew to be such as are
produoed by animal decomposition ; but
as the dead body before me had not
begun to decay, I knew they could not
have originated here. There also fell
from the pockets and crevises of the
dead man's clothing, a little sand, while
the sod from which we had taken the
body was of a clayey nature, with no
sand mixed with it. I, therefore, came
at once to the conclusion that this was
not the place where the body was orig
inally deposited; and we accordingly
renewed our explorations.
" In process of time we lighted upon
a sandy region, just on the outskirts of
a little village, where' again it was
observed that the surface of the ground,
although slightly frozen, had been not
long before dug over. At the depth of a
few feet, we came upon the decayed body
of a norse, teeming wun tne same
species of bug that I had before detected,
which led me to believe that this was
probaby the spot where the poor peddler
bad been first burled. I was 00 n firmed
in this suspicion by the fact that In the
earth thrown out of the pit we found a
tallow caudle partly consumed. The
presumption now was that the criminal
lived In the adjacent village; and I
thought It very likely that the half
burned candle, of which I took posses
slon, might funlsh the clue to his detec
tion. It was what Is known as the old-
fashioned dip, not much used In these
days; and my first steps were directed
to finding out In what families In the
village such caudles were burned. It
was not long before I was able to iden
tify the locality ; aud ascertained that
the family occupying the house consist
ed of an aged couple, feeble and bed
ridden, and three sons. I also learned
that the young women of the village had
received from these boys presents of
Jewelry, which upon examination were
Identified as having been a part of the
murdered man's stock.
" I next proceeded to search the house
and premises where the young men
lived, and after tumbling the hay out of
the barn we found, conoeuled, the pack
which had belonged to the peddler. It
was very certain that one or more of
these boys hud committed the murder,
aud I submitted each of them to a scru-.
tiny in private. The result of this was
such as to satisfy me that while the two
younger had received a portion of the
plunder from the elder brother, he alone
was responsible for the murder. He
was accordingly tried, couvIoUid and
sentenced to the gallows. On the morn
ing of his execution he acknowledged
his guilt, adding, with an oath, that lie
would die game."
It would seem as though this criminal
had at first effectually concealed the
traces of his crime, but a farthing candle
revealed his footsteps, and lighted the
way to his death.
How an Elephant Was Weighed.
AN INDIAN writer relates an Inter
esting anecdote concerning Shahjee,
the father of the first ruling Prince of
the Mali rat tas of Hlndoostan, who lived
at about the beginning of the seven
teenth century. On one occasion a
certain high official made a vow that he
would distribute to the poor the weight
of his own elephant In silver money,
but the great difficulty that at first pre
sented Itself was the mode of ascertain
ing what this weight really was, and all
the learned and clever men of the court
seemed to have endeavored in vain to
construct a machine of sufficient power
to weigh the elephant. At length It is
said that Sbabjee came forwerd and
suggested a plan which was simple and
yet Ingenious In the highest degree. He
caused the unwleldly animal to be con
ducted along a stage, specially made for
the purpose by the water-side, into a
flat bottomed boat, and then, 'having
marked on the boat the height to which
the water reached after the elephant
had weighed It down, the latter was
taken out, and stones substituted In
sufficient quantity to load the boat to
the same line. The stones were then
taken to the scales, and thus to the
amazement of the court, was ascertained .
the true weight of the elephant.
A Singular Recovery.
The steamer Florida, on her way to
Savannah, was caught in a storm off
Cape Romane, and had to put into one
of the many bays on the coast of Flor
ida. She cast ber anchor and made
everything snug, but the storm contin
ued to increase until ber cable parted,
and she drifted about a mile out As
soon as steam sufficient was raised to
force her against the wind, she put back,
and again cast anchor. After the storm
was all over, they hauled in the anchor,
and brought up with It, hanging to one
of the flukes, the one lost the day be
fore, showing that the second anchor
was cast in Identically the same spot,
something which could not have been,
done intentionally oncain a thousand
trials, having nothing to guide them ex
cept landmarks. Columbia (Qa.) En
quirer, OT A man went Into a store the other
day and asked to look at a revolver, and
the weapon was shown him. Then he
asked to see a cartridge' and one was
handed him. Then he placed the muz- '
ale to his head and scattered his brains
over the store. " Well," ejaculated the
astonished storekeeper, glancing at the
soiled walls, " a man who will do such a
thing deserves to be sent to jail for two